#Killmonger

[theereina]

Buy Her Books📚 and Eat Her Pussy🐈

Pairing: Erik "Killmonger" Stevens x Plus Size Fem Black!OC

Wordcount: +1.9K

Warnings: MDNI (18+) mature content, such as cursing, teasing, heavily dialogue-centered, use of Daddy, Mama, and other pet names (lil' mama, pretty girl, good boy, etc.), oral (female receiving), spanking, Dom!Erik, orgasm denial, pure filth

A/N¹: This is a single one-shot with no planned sequels.

A/N²: I'm open to critiques. I am a little 🤏🏽 sensitive about my writing. Please, don't be too harsh.🥺 Feel free to bring my attention to any typos. Divider by @firefly-graphics. Also, this work is not to be plagiarized or reposted (on any site other than here on Tumblr). I do NOT give consent for any form of republishing or rewriting.

Masterlist: 🔥🔥🔥

Of course, Erik didn't know the monster he created. Last night, he had given his girlfriend Amelia his credit card and told her to buy her books. Amelia was immediately struck by decision fatigue. Her TBR list was well over 100 books at this point. When she whined about not knowing what books to choose, Erik told her to buy them ALL. Amelia initially laughed at Erik, not taking a word he said seriously; however, the look he gave her let her know he was beyond serious.

He had given her the card the night before. She sat up all night anxiously going through her TBR. She narrowed the list to 52 must-haves and 67 maybes, not including the 34 she deleted after reading the recent reviews.

Amelia had spent all morning in her favorite local bookstores and Barnes & Noble. She became flustered once she started realizing how much she would be paying. So, she called Erik and asked for his “approval” again. He responded with a laugh and comment about letting her do it again. This had Amelia excited at the thought.

While in the stores, she would first search for the books on her must-haves. Then, she would look for the maybes. She would scan over the synopsis and maybe the first page before deciding. She did this same routine in every store she went into.

After such a strenuous morning, Amelia was exhausted but excited upon returning home. She knew exactly the book she wanted to read first. She had showered and changed back into her nightgown. She climbed onto the bed and searched through the hoard of books. Amelia had tried her best to keep the books separated by genre to help her sort them.

There it was— a book she had wanted since its release five months ago. Amelia was back in her happy place as she lay on her tummy across Erik's bed, facing the headboard. She held the book and began kicking her feet in bliss. She opened the book and began to read the prologue before remembering that she didn't want any distractions. She grabbed her phone and placed it on DND. Tossing her phone somewhere behind her, she began to read again.

4 hours later

Unbeknownst to Amelia, hours had passed. Many hours. Her phone was still on DND, so she was unaware of Erik's 13 missed calls and 8 unread text messages. Unfortunately, she also didn't know he was on his way home.

As Amelia lay reading, Erik arrived at his home. He was pissed. Amelia had ignored him all day. He was a little paranoid about these kinds of situations considering the life he lived before meeting her.

Erik unlocked the door quietly checking for any signs of forced entry. He slowly crept through the house. As he approached the back rooms, the only light visible was coming from under his bedroom door. He could hear what sounded like Amelia laughing, but he was too unsure. He unsheathed his Glock and held it in his hands. As he inched closer to the door, he quieted his steps. Putting his stealth skills to use, he leaned against the door using the weight of his body to stop it from creaking as he opened it.

Awaiting him was an exhausted Amelia. She was facing away from him still completely unaware of his presence. He had always told her she had the self-awareness of a toddler.

He slowly placed his gun into his waistband. Trying his hardest not to startle or alert her to his presence, he crept up to the foot of the bed. He grabbed Amelia's left foot and dragged her to the edge of the bed. “Princess!” Erik says flipping Amelia over onto her back causing the book to slip from her hands. “Erik!” she screamed. She was still unsure how this man could toss her around so easily.

“Busy?” he asked folding his arms across his chest. “Umm…,” Amelia said sitting on her knees at the edge of the bed. She leaned up to give Erik an apologetic kiss. “Where's your phone?” he asked uncrossing his arms.

Amelia turned around and began searching for the phone in the bed. Piles of books were everywhere— an assortment of thrillers, romance, erotica, mystery, fantasy, and more. She knew it was there somewhere. She found it and looked at the screen. 13 missed calls and 8 unread text messages from “Daddy😈”. She turned back around to see Erik cracking his knuckles.

Uh oh

“So, you were reading all day? Is that why you were ignoring me, baby girl?” Erik said caressing her cheek. “Yes, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I just really…” she said putting her hands on his shoulders. “That's unacceptable, and you know that,” he said putting his right hand on the side of her neck. He used his thumb to stroke over the front of her throat., teasing her. Amelia swallowed because she knew what was coming— a punishment fit for his princess.

Erik stood there staring at Amelia's throat. “Where's the book you were just reading?” Erik asked stilling his movements. She pointed behind her to the only opened book on the bed. She was growing anxious by the second. Amelia began to whimper in desperation, trying to craft a scheme to escape this.

Erik's eyes shot up to meet Amelia's now brimming with tears. “Amelia, baby?” Erik lulled. “Yes, Daddy?” she asked hoping this would absolve her of her discretions. Considering that it was an honest mistake, she hoped he would be lenient. “Shut that shit up,” he said in the most level tone. He didn't raise his voice a decibel, but Amelia knew.

“Since you wanna read so much, read to me. I wanna see what's got you so distracted,” Erik said leaning over grabbing the book and handing it to Amelia.

4 orgasms denials later

Amelia was fighting for her life. Erik was eating her out from the back and forcing her to read the book aloud simultaneously. Every time she slipped up or stopped he lit her ass up like a Christmas tree.

His tongue sliding up and down her folds over and over again was driving her insane. She continued to read while breathing out ragged breaths. He was positioned right behind her on the bed. His tongue was warm and slick from her juices.

Erik leaned up and sat directly between her legs. He used his arms to flip Amelia over onto her back in one swift move. She yelled out in shock. Amelia looked down pleading to Erik with her eyes. He scoffed at her attempt to use her puppy dog eyes against him. He sat back and looked at Amelia's sloppy pussy and swollen clit. He took his hand and slid it up and down her slit, coating his fingers in her cum.

He brought his hand to his mouth and began to suck on his fingers. Amelia stopped to stare at Erik in awe. Without even losing focus on his task at hand, he used his other hand to smack Amelia's already swollen clit. “I didn't tell you to stop!” he barked while removing his fingers from his mouth. Amelia tried to continue reading but could feel Erik shifting between her legs.

Amelia turned the page and peeked under the book. She could see Erik's hand lining up with her pussy again. She felt his middle and index fingers slide into her wet pussy with a squelch. She moaned out and clenched her pussy around his fingers. He began to drive his fingers upward against her g-spot. He was merciless while fingerfucking her.

She started stuttering and closed her eyes too caught up in bliss. Erik used his free hand to smack the outside of her thigh. The sound echoed through the room. The thickness of her thighs provided no cushion for the blows he was dishing out. If anything, it was giving him more to work with. Her ass was already obliterated— red, swollen, and covered in welts.

They had been at this for almost an hour because of how well he was dragging out his teasing. She was tired of being denied but knew she held no power in this situation. All she could do was take it.

He leaned over Amelia's body pushing her knees up to her chest. How did he expect her to read like this?

His fingers were still punishing her pussy. He looked at Amelia and began to speak, “I don't hear you!” Amelia tried to read, but she felt like her voice was strained. The way he had her folded in half with his body holding her legs and thighs in place was making it hard to breathe. “Daddy, please. I can't…,” she whined out. “You can, and you fuckin' will. Do you hear me?” Erik said slowing his fingers down inside of her. He knew Amelia's weakness— slow strokes and deep pokes. He was using his fingers to massage her insides. He was kneading her pussy like dough.

Erik's heavy breathing was overshadowed by the sounds of Amelia's moans and her pussy squelching. It sounded like someone was flicking their fingers under a running faucet. Amelia dropped the book on her stomach, and Erik's hand instantly smacked her thigh twice. “Pick…it…the…fuck…up!!!” Erik growled through gritted teeth.

Amelia reached for the book. She tried her best to continue to read as Erik's fingers drove her insane. Erik lifted her left leg and pushed it back against her chest. He angled his body so that he was slightly to the side of Amelia's body. He leaned over and began to suck her clit while continuing to finger her pussy.

The words were leaving her mouth, but she wasn't attempting to comprehend or remember what she read. Erik removed his fingers and replaced them with his tongue. He moved so that his face was right between Amelia's legs. His tongue thrust inside her pussy. “Fuck. I'm… I'm gonna… Oh, I'm ‘bout to cum!” Amelia screamed. “Oh, really? I don't…remember you…askin’ me..for shit!” Erik said in between licks. “May I please cum? I can't take it anymore!” Amelia said her eyes filled with tears. “You betta!” Erik said slapping her clit with his free hand.

That was all it took to push Amelia over the edge. Her legs locked onto Erik as her belly seized. Her juices flooded Erik's fingers as he pushed them back in, leaking all over his hand and down his arm. He opened his mouth and covered her pussy so that he could catch everything. Amelia's moans turned to pained grunts. She was done.

Erik released his mouth from her pussy. He let go of her thick thighs causing them to fall like dead weights onto the bed. Amelia pulled her legs away from Erik and rolled over onto her side. He smacked her ass cheek while grabbing it roughly. “Good girl. You gone ignore Daddy again?” He asked leaning over to kiss Amelia's shoulder. “No, sir,” Amelia mumbled. “That's what the fuck I thought!” Erik replied standing from the bed.

“Get some rest, princess. Daddy's not done with you yet,” Erik said removing his shirt and heading towards the bathroom. “What?” Amelia said, jolting up from the bed. “Dafuck did you just say to me?” Erik snapped spinning around to meet Amelia's weak and apologetic eyes. “Nothing,” Amelia said as she let her head hit the bed again. “Since you got so much mouth, you got an hour. I know exactly what the next punishment is,” Erik said grinning.

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[hella-amberpricefield]

Black Panther Wakanda Forever (2022)

[why-i-love-comics]

Ultimate Black Panther #6 (2024)

written by Bryan Hill art by Carlos Nieto & David Curiel

[yns-world]

lion & lioness

title: lion & lioness

pairing: erik killmonger x fem!reader

summary: erik takes the heart-shaped herb and sees his lost lover.

word count: 1k

warnings: reader death

a/n: i’m now taking requests for killmonger so feel free to send in your requests <3

As the new king of Wakanda, it is ritual for Erik to drink the essence of the heart-shaped herb and to speak with his ancestors. But as the searing power of the herb ran through his veins, he felt himself arriving at a place other than his childhood home. 

When he opened his eyes, Erik found himself at the edge of a lake, in a forest that he recognizes. The creatures of the night sang their songs-- crickets and insects chirped, the nocturnal birds trilled, and the wind lapped at the lake water. The night was full of life under the illuminating light of the full moon. 

Erik craned his head back to take in the sight of the moon. A soft breeze blew past Erik, and a scent caressed his nose-- a familiar scent. 

A moment later, Y/N materialized a few feet in front of him, wearing a sheer gown made of white silk. 

“My King.” Y/N beckoned, with a proud smile on her face. Erik’s eyes filled with a mix of love and heartbreak. He broke the distance and pounced on her, wrapping his arms around her in a bone-crushing embrace. 

His tears were seeping through her translucent gown, and Y/N ached at the sight of his pain. 

Y/N pulled back just enough to see his face. When she cupped his cheeks with her hands, he noticed that they were not cold, but they held the same warmth that they always did when she was still with him. This fact only made him cry more. 

“You’ve come so far, N’Jadaka. You’ve done it.” 

It was true, their whole lives were spent fighting for this one moment-- the moment where Erik was crowned king of Wakanda; where he was revered as the true Black Panther. 

But before he was the Black Panther, they were Lion & Lioness. Hearts and souls bound as one.  

“I need you by my side.” Desperation laced Erik’s voice, his eyes pleading with her.

“As long as the moon is out, I am with you.” She momentarily took her eyes off him to gaze up at the moon, and the moon reflected in her wide eyes. 

Erik’s expression shifted from one of despair to one of bitterness.

This was injustice-- his whole life was an act of injustice-- and Erik swore to avenge each and every action done to him, starting with burning the sacred garden of the heart-shaped herb.

Y/N knew that face, she knew exactly what it meant when Erik’s eyebrows furrowed and his usual scowl deepened.

“If you burn those flowers, you cut off our connection.” 

Immediately, Erik felt a moment of pain that he would feel if he did burn those flowers-- it was scorching pain, like someone took a rod of fire and ran it through his chest before dragging it down his torso and cutting him in half. But that was only the start of the pain, what came next was indescribably worse.

After the initial wave of hell, he was left hollow. He was an empty shell of a man.

He did not remember happiness. He could not recall love. 

He couldn’t even remember the original reason for why he became king in the first place. 

In that single, simulated moment, Erik was no longer himself. He was merely a ghost. 

The feeling washed over him as quickly as it came and he was brought back to the present-- his arms around Y/N as she stared into his eyes, experiencing every emotion with him. 

Erik was silent, but he knew better than to burn those flowers. He wouldn’t dare cut off a connection like theirs.

“Secondly, your heir…” Y/N’s words trailed off and she brought a hand to her stomach. Erik’s eyes followed her hand and was stunned. He gently kneeled in front of her, and placed his hand over her stomach. He pressed a kiss on the baby bump.

He then got back up, asking how many months she had left.

“Soon.” Y/N smiled a bit wider when she saw Erik’s impatient expression. 

Before he could get another word in, Y/N gave Erik a chaste kiss on his cheek.

“Good luck, N’Jadaka. Your story is only beginning.”

---

Erik’s body shot up, his chest heaving as he attempted to regulate his breathing. 

---

Months would pass since that night and there was a significant shift in Erik’s ruling. What was once a war-hungry dog, has now turned into a protector of his nation. 

But recently, something has been eating away at Erik. A gnawing feeling was twisting and churning every moment he was alone. He was restless at night and was suffering from insomnia. 

It was another night in a string of sleepless-nights, but this time he was called to the window. Erik looked up at the indigo sky, a full moon gazed back at him.

Tonight was one year since Y/N’s passing. 

Erik closed his eyes and bowed his head towards the moon. 

“Rest easy, my Queen.”

When he opened his eyes, he witnessed a shooting star race across the sky-- it flew across the moon and seemed to be inching closer and closer towards the castle.

Erik’s body acted before his brain could catch up and he bolted down to the castle entrance.

Outside the entrance sat a baby wrapped in white silk. Erik picked up the swaddled baby and recognized the texture of the cloth immediately-- it was the same cloth Y/N wore when he last saw her. 

Holding up the baby in the moonlight, Erik was able to see the striking resemblance to Y/N.

As he was admiring the baby, a name was whispered in his ear.

Leona. 

And that was what the heir to the Wakandan throne was called. 

Leona Stevens; Lion at heart; born of royal blood. 

The next day, the royal courts would rejoice at this news. The elders were not appalled by the appearance of this heir, they were rather fascinated that they have lived long enough to see this phenomenon happen in front of their very eyes. 

Kings come and go, but nothing could ever dispute Erik’s bloodright of being king since he has been gifted by the gods with an heir. 

Leona’s birth would be celebrated for the next week. She would be revered as the Snow Leopard, for her rare birth and the even rarer occurrence of having an heir blessed by Bast herself.

“Leona!” Wakanda chanted. “Daughter of King N’Jadaka and Queen Y/N; Princess Leona, the Snow Leopard!”

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[mndvx]

BLACK PANTHER: WAKANDA FOREVER (2022) dir. Ryan Coogler ››› Michael B. Jordan as N'Jadaka / Erik "Killmonger" Stevens

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Every Black Character's Hair Style Lately - @ richguy on Youtube

WE WERE ALL THINKING IT OKAY WE ALL KNOW WHAT HE MEANS

THE KILLMONGER CUT.

[erikftglitter]

Sorry. [e.k] [final]

Maybe you should be sorry too. 3/3. [part two]

“Now arch that back.”

"Yes daddy." You respond instinctively. Although your legs were shaky and debilitated, you knew better to not listen even if you were delirious. When you turned around you made sure to arch your back as far as you could. You were secure in your relationship with Erik but you found yourself feeling inexperienced compared to his mastery. This was something that you kept to yourself, as no one wants a woman who is constantly trying to prove herself. You just simply got better. Erik never complained about you and didn't play about you regardless. Nonetheless you remember when you two first started having sex and his small adjustments to your arch had you determined to fix it. He didn't fix it tonight and that gave you all the satisfaction you needed.

"Just how I need you baby." You hummed at the praise of approval. Any kind of doubt that you felt previously was now replaced with ease. You began to wiggle your ass in anticipation when you didn't feel Erik's presence. What was taking him so long?

"Babyyy." You whine out. A quick strike to your left cheek caused you to jolt forward.

“You think you can just ignore daddy and wear what the fuck you want to?" He continued and chuckled to himself. "Not today and not ever in this lifetime sweetheart." You pondered if you should reason with him but knowing Erik, he planned every single second of this night and there is nothing you could do to avoid the incoming punishment.

"Now I am sorry baby. But don't think that you're off the hook." Your heart sank. That arrogance that was present not even a minute ago was replaced with sheer humility. This man was not playing with you.

When the second strike came down you stayed in place. Erik grinned at the response. "Good girl. Keep it like that and I just might change my mind." You knew he was just talking shit and that he would continue as planned, but you were determined to not fold, well not as quickly as you always do.

Erik was pleased with you. With only a few unavoidable jolts you kept your arch at the same position. The groans of both pain and pleasure only encourage Erik more. Honestly he lost count of how many you were supposed to have and you weren't complaining. There wasn't much of a warning when Erik lined himself up to you. He rubbed the tip of his shaft on your swollen clit and you drowned further in bed in pleasure. This was a game to him. He loved how much your legs trembled when he teased your swollen bud.

"Hmmm. Your shit so wet, ma. Fuck." He pushed in slowly until he completely bottomed out. His hands gathered on each side of your hips. He paced himself to the sounds of your breathless moans. "Mhmm yesss baby. Wet this dick up babygirl." He rolled his and you gave up trying to prove yourself. If he wasn't holding your hips you would've fell into the sheets a long time ago. Your orgasm was building up by the second and as if Erik was reading your mind, he reached one of his hands down to rub your clit.

"F-fuck!" You started to launch your body forward to escape the overwhelming feeling, but he was not having it. In an instant you were grabbed by the throat and pushed so that your back was collided with his chest. There were no gaps and nowhere for you to run. Once you were skin to skin you had no choice but to cum with a tumultuous moan.

Erik dropped his hand from your throat and you silently thanked him for the gesture so that could breathe normally again. That lasted all of thirty seconds before he completely collapsed on top of you and drilled into you.

“I’m sorrryyyyyy”

This man had you hysterical. If he wanted you to admit to anything he knew that this position was the way to go. Collapsed doggystyle had you seeing stars and soon you would be fast asleep counting sheep.

“Yea. For what??” He growled into your ear, fisting a chunk of your hair to lift your head from its place in the pillow.

“For wearing that little ass dress. Huh?” His thrusts were so strong that you were certain that he was pissed all over again.

“Or for letting ya little friends talk you into going to a fucking club.” He definitely was pissed. “Do you fucking see them living like you. Huh?” You were too weak to even think straight, let alone muster up a response good enough to justify ignoring your boyfriend for days.

“You mine princess and I didn’t like that shit one bit.” You were cumming again. Once you realized that he wasn’t slowing his thrusts down anytime soon, you needed to apologize and fast if you wanted to walk in this lifetime.

“I’m sorrrryyy daddy!” You screamed out, your hands reached back to slow down his hips, but he grabbed them and held them together.

The echoes of skin slapping was the only other thing that rang throughout the house other than the incoherent sounds of your half babbling and half apologizing.

"Shit here it comes baby." With a final thrust he pulled out and nutted on your back. You knew that he could've went longer and stalled the time of his orgasm, but thankfully he knew that you needed a break. Between the breathlessness and tears he knew that you could use the rest. Especially because this entire night was unexpected for you. He, on the other hand, was very intentional about it.

You felt the bed lighten as Erik disappeared into another room. You were temporarily trapped by weakness that your back to back orgasms provided that you didn’t bother to move.

When Erik returned he wiped your face then down your back. You were thankful for the aftercare gesture and Erik was always sure to take extraordinary care of you.

He discarded the towel and joined you in the bed. He pulled you closer and drew gentle small shapes on your body as you fell asleep.

“Good night baby.”

[part one] [part two]

[xo-tough-love-xo]

We got spies embedded in every nation on Earth. Already in place. I know how colonizers think. So we're gonna use their own strategy against 'em. We're gonna send vibranium weapons out to our War Dogs.

BLACK PANTHER (2018) Ryan Coogler

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

IG: bakarislegacy

[theereina]

The chokehold that Terry Richmond (Aaron Pierre) and Erik "Killmonger" Stevens (Michael B. Jordan) have me in is critical.

[nerdby]

[why-i-love-comics]

Ultimate Black Panther #9 (2024)

written by Bryan Hill art by Stefano Caselli & David Curiel

[superheroes-or-whatever]

Ultimate Black Panther (2024-) #1 art by Stefano Caselli

[melaninpov]

Black Panther Killmonger v. T’challa

Challenge for the throne

“Is this your King? The Black Panther, who’s suppose to lead you into the future?…. Naw, I’m your King”

[uzumaki-rebellion]

"King Killmonger: The Golden Jaguar" Chapter 12

Masterlist HERE.

"I'm moving in so high

these visions overwhelm my mind

dimensions transcending by worlds

they tumble on in time

i'm pushing in so high

i'm searching for a piece of mind

this journey through inner skies we've got to fly"

The Rebirth – "This Journey In"

Was it possible to fall in love with someone all over again?

That was the question N'Jadaka asked himself watching his wife sunbathe topless on the deck while she chatted about her women friends back in Birnin Zana. Her evenly sun-baked skin looked liked the tops of baked dinner rolls drenched in butter from all the coconut oil she slathered all over. Her voice tinkled like delicate glass chimes and he gazed at her with heart eyes and a silly grin on his face.

His chest filled up with bubbly feelings listening to her talk. He melted in her presence, as softness flowed all through his insides.

A new bond had forged between them.

Encountering the sacred together transcended his feelings for Yani. That young woman had traveled in darkness on a hover bike to receive a message from his mother and in the process she was able to meet his parents and great-grandmother. They knew her. Loved her. Watched over her as their own daughter. Yani was given such a precious gift and her love for him poured out into him all that day.

"Your mother…not only was she beautiful, but she was so…I can't find the words. Glamorous? She looked like a goddess herself along with Nana Jean," she said, reaching for his hand and squeezing it.

She lowered her gaze.

"And your father…I see why he was known as a heartbreaker here."

N'Jadaka grinned.

"They were a good-looking couple. No doubt about that," he said.

Yani sat up and hugged her knees to her chest. They had spent time recuperating from their trip in the cave an entire day. N'Jadaka watched over Yani as her body finally decompressed in a deep slumber. He had sat by her side on the loft bed making sure she was not alone in case she woke up in the night remembering the spiritual realm she had skimmed across. His own brush with the sacred twice in a lifetime still humbled him, so he knew that Yani would probably feel as he did from a profound encounter, and wake up many times adjusting to a new reality she was expected to move in henceforth. Encountering gods had an impact on the body and mind. As he knew she would, Yani roused from sleep several times, her body trembling and her grasp on his nearby hand anchoring her back to the human world. It took her several attempts to reach full sleep, and in that time, he left her side to eat and hydrate his own body.

The next day he ate on the top deck with her and they moved the houseboat closer to the shore in order to catch glimpses of the first flamingo arrivals into the territory. He urged her to relax and she chose to sunbathe seated next to him while he glanced through a book of Wakandan philosophers. He used a dictionary to help him with difficult Wakandan translations that had no English word equivalents.

"Riki looks so much like Califia that it's spooky. You, know what? Joba has N'Jobu's eyes, and his deep rich skin color for sure, and his energy. That calmness…she inherited his temperament…that gentleness with just a hint of fierceness underneath. I love the fact that Sydette has the same color eyes as Joba. It makes them look like true blood sisters."

"Mmmhmmm."

Yani stared at him.

"You are both of your parents in every way. Grandpop always said that, but I was able to see it for myself."

Her eyes welled up.

"I wish they could be here with us. They should be here with us," she said.

She wiped her eyes quickly. He stroked her leg and she clasped his hand, lifting it to her lips.

"I'm so lucky…so blessed," she whispered into his fingers.

He put down his book and pulled her against him.

"So am I, Yani."

They agreed not to speak of their experience to anyone.

That afternoon N'Jadaka moved the boat again out toward the cove view of the oldest forest in Wakanda. He watched his wife swim past him as they explored Umbono Cove's beautiful waters using specialized diving masks to keep up with a school of fish they followed underwater. Yani wanted to dive deeper and stay under longer.

Hunger brought them back to the surface and they ate beef patties and fried rice with jerk shrimp. Yani knocked out in a food coma on the deck lounger and he carried her back to the loft to sleep off her meal where she wouldn't get sunburned. He napped next to her for an hour and woke up energized.

His wife snored softly next to him.

He left her side and went for a swim alone. The sun had warmed up the tranquil clear water into a balmy soak for his skin. He had to be two shades darker by now. Floating on his back, N'Jadaka stared at the blue sky. He and Yani had a few more days left before they stayed at his family's private villa before the children joined them. Grinning in the water, he couldn't wait to see his kids. Time alone with Yani was a blessing, but having all of his babies with him and his wife gave him joy. He couldn't wait to have Sydette filling him in on all the happenings in Birnin Zana, and Riki sharing all of the gossip among his friend group and cousins. Joba would play in his hair and share her opinion on the opinions of Umama and the rest of the family. There was a synergy the children created when they were all together that made N'Jadaka proud to be a father. Fatherhood was not his dream for a long time. When he asked Disa to marry him as a young man, he knew children were a possibility, but they were not on his vision board. It was Yani that gave him the gift of fatherhood, and he learned to love it with Sweet Pea first and foremost.

He wanted to be an intentional parent with Yani, and once they returned to the palace, they'd have to start preparing Sydette for her rites of passage trials. Every child in Wakanda went through it at the age of twelve, and parents began to prep for it once their child turned nine. Sydette was excited, especially with Umama and Ramonda teaching Yani and him the proper way to prepare. When Sydette came of age, they would release her to women elders for a month in the ancient forests he could see from the water he floated in. The first step would be to prepare her hair, and Umama was ready to do it for Sydette after the honeymoon trip. His oldest child couldn't wait to wear the hairstyle for three years that told the public she was becoming a young lady.

N'Jadaka dove under the water. He wasn't ready for his firstborn to grow up already. She would always be his baby, but time would march on. In a few years she would be a teenager like he had once been. She'd probably want to test her limits and push against boundaries he and Yani set as loving parents. The best thing about being a father was having Yani be the mother of his children. Her love for them knew no bounds. She proved it by traveling to the edge of the ancestral plane for them…and him.

He couldn't get over that. His mind replayed finding Yani in the cave and hearing the voice of his unborn baby in his head over and over. Braving the wrath of Bast was something special. Her bold move to protect them warmed his heart all over again. He glanced at the houseboat. She was still asleep, hopefully resting well.

A large drone swooped over head and landed on the deck of the houseboat carrying a fresh load of gourmet food for the royal couple. N'Jadaka swam back to the boat ladder and pulled himself out of the water. He checked the list of food against what was inside the refrigerated container and began putting goods away before sending the drone back to the Royal Talon Fighter. Yani requested more Caribbean supplies with spices and food from the islands. Twyla made sure there were freshly prepared jars of green seasoning to save Yani cooking time.

His wife walked down from the bedroom wiping her eyes of sleep.

"Did I wake you up?" he asked, pouring himself a glass of red wine.

"I heard the buzzing from the drone. Figured I'd better come down and start cooking. How does stewed fish and spicy dumplings sound?"

He rubbed his hands together, "Can you make the fried oyster rolls too?"

"Your wish is my command. Pour me a glass too, my sexy husband," she said.

He grinned.

"Swim trunks are sexy now?"

Yani trailed her index finger up his midsection.

"Everything is sexy about you. The first time I saw you swimming naked my mouth watered. I cursed your name too for being in my private space, but this body and that face could not be denied their due," she said.

"Are you flirting with me to get some dick tonight?"

Yani laughed and pinched his left nipple. She stepped away from him and washed her hands in the wide sink of the galley.

"I dreamed about your parents again," she said.

"Oh, yeah? Good dream?"

She nodded and paused her work gathering the ingredients needed for their meal prep.

"We were seated around a campfire and holding long sticks to toast marshmallows. Your father was telling me a story about teaching you to swim. Your mother kept touching his face and laughing…it was so real. They gave me comfort…like they knew I needed that from them. I looked up at the night sky and saw so many stars twinkling above me and I was at peace."

N'Jadaka grinned, pleased that she was in a good place mentally. He drank wine with her and she cooked a full meal that tasted better than any fancy restaurant could throw together. With a heavy belly, he sat on the deck with her and watched the sun go down and usher in a solitude they both needed. Yani lifted a fresh glass of red wine and he did the same. They clinked glasses and sipped all night.

Five days at the family villa invigorated Yani. The property had been in the Udaku family for three generations, but most recently had been used by Prince N'Jobu before he became a War Dog. An eager staff had greeted the royals when they arrived on a warm afternoon, and that same day, Yani and N'Jadaka learned about N'Jobu's playboy ways in detail. One of the housekeepers, Gorata, was an older woman who looked after N'Jobu. Her caretaking of the property gave her privy to the goings on of the villa and the dashing prince who treated her well. Although she was in her mid-fifties, Gorata held a youthful zeal in her face and movement, her long thick beaded locs only sporting a tiny sprinkle of gray at the roots. She gave Yani and N'Jadaka a tour of the grounds and showed them where the Royal Talon Fighter would land in an open grassy area when it brought the children later.

"Prince N'Jobu loved meditating out here. This place was like his bachelor vacation retreat. He'd walk along the river reciting poetry, or sometimes he would listen to music and sing. I loved his singing voice…so rich and full-bodied. The ladies loved that," Gorata said.

"Ladies?" Yani asked, peeking at N'Jadaka's face as she spoke.

The king stared at Gorata and the older woman grinned.

"Oh yes…Prince N'Jobu entertained many young noble women here. Sometimes he had parties with his friends that lasted for days when they wanted privacy. He was very popular. The young nobles loved coming here."

"I bet my grandmother was not very happy about parties here," N'Jadaka said.

"Kumkani, we were never allowed to let any of the elder royals know of his stay here. Sometimes…sometimes the women guests were not appropriate for the prince to be around," Gorata said.

"He had hookers come here?" Yani said.

"Oh no…Queen Yani…never. Prince N'Jobu often entertained non-noble elites, but they were not prostitutes. He was too good for anything like that. Royals are always supposed to be in the company of their status, but Prince N'Jobu liked commoners too."

"Commoners, huh?"

"High quality my queen."

"So this was his sex party house," N'Jadaka said.

Gorata laughed and covered her mouth.

"King N'Jadaka, you jest!" Gorata said.

"I mean, it is what it is…my father came here to be with women so my grandparents wouldn't know."

"Your father was very respectful and very discreet."

"Hmmm, I wonder if I should even be here," Yani said, flouncing around the area.

Gorata held up her hands toward Yani.

"Oh…Queen Yani, I did not mean to make you feel unwelcome. This villa is now your family abode. A bachelor pad no more."

"I'm only teasing, Gorata. Thank you for showing us around."

"I will take my leave now. The staff will have lunch ready for when the royal children arrive."

"Thank you, Gorata," N'Jadaka said.

The caretaker departed and Yani smirked at the king.

"Your daddy's hoe house!"

Yani cackled and N'Jadaka only smiled.

"I was told that they still have women and men on standby for private royal favors. Seems like a few of my older Wakandan cousins still use the place often."

"Interesting."

N'Jadaka glanced around.

"Are you ready to get the munchkins back?" he said.

"Yes. It's actually been too quiet without them."

She noticed his kimoyo beads lighting up in several different colors. His palace staff used color codes to prioritize his work load. He was already putting together his docket for his return. N'Jadaka tapped the beads and the colors dulled on his wrist. Yani patted his arm. She hadn't bothered to turn on her beads, preferring to hit the ground running once she returned. Her office manager S'Indiphile was left in charge of preparing Yani's calendar for her return with strict guidelines to prioritize charitable works overseas and her coming out events for the next two months. The elites from every tribe vyed for her attention and she was being very selective based on how she was treated by noble families tied to the Udaku clan. She knew the moment she turned her work beads on, her wrist would light up in rainbow colors like N'Jadaka's.

N'Jadaka reached for her hand and she took it. They strolled along the river's edge waiting for the Royal Talon Fighter.

"Kumkani, we are arriving in five minutes," Okoye said from N'Jadaka's beads.

Yani already sensed the vibratory hum of the aircraft and her heart thumped faster anticipating holding her children again.

"Here they come!' she yelped as they watched the Talon Fighter float over the landing ground.

N'Jadaka squeezed her hand. The aircraft landed with a gentle shaking of the ground around them and the off-ramp slid out. Okoye and Ayo walked out ahead of the children and waited at the end of the ramp.

Sydette held Riki and Joba's hands and they strode out into the bright sun wearing big wide smiles on their faces. Riki jerked away from her hold and Joba ran behind him to greet Yani first. Sydette hugged N'Jadaka's waist and looked up at his face.

"I missed you Baba," Sydette said.

He kissed her forehead before reaching over for the bouncy "twins".

"Sweet Pea, oh my love…I'm so happy to see you," Yani said.

She gave her oldest a deep long hug. Both parents couldn't stop hugging and kissing their babies and the children responded in kind. Love lingered all around them and Yani breathed a sigh of contentment. She carried a watchful energy around her brood too.

"Were you well-behaved with the Doras? It was your first trip traveling without the nannies," Yani said.

"We were good," Sydette said.

"Hungry?"

"Starving!" Riki yelled.

Yani caught sight of the villa staff bringing their lunch meal into the two-story villa. The comforting cool breeze made the interior pleasant for everyone. Yani led the children to the restroom on the first floor to wash their hands. N'Jadaka spoke to the Doras before relieving them for a long break. They would head out for the houseboat in the evening which only allowed their children a few hours in the villa.

Lunch was thick spicy sausage rolls and fries with a cool refreshing dessert of sliced fruit in thick sweetened cream. The children devoured everything like they had bottomless pits for stomachs and Yani admired her family being all together again. Sydette was of course spilling all the tea back home. Riki seemed happier since Twyla re-braided his hair differently from the girls. Joba was especially talkative revealing all of Umama's plans for Yani and N'Jadaka when they returned home. Their marriage pleased Umama to no end from the way Joba described it. For one thing it shut down the negative chatter from naysayers about the king being an unmarried father of three among her class. It also legitimized the children in a way that pushed the agenda of other nobles wanting to align with the family intimately. It was uncouth to overtly pressure match-making so young, but Yani was aware of elite families quietly leaning on Umama to favor their children for consideration in future betrothal marches when the time came. Umama was fiercely protective of her great-grandchildren, even more so since the Infinity War, but she was also a forceful mover and shaker since her return to Birnin Zana. People knew she was the only way to get into N'Jadaka's ear and stay close to the royal inner circle. Yani was much more in favor of letting the children develop their friend groups, grow into Wakandan culture more, and then letting them decide what life partners they wanted. Alas, she knew it wouldn't be that simple. Citizens were aware that she and N'Jadaka would have more children, and unlike the recent monarchs who only had one or two children, the possibility of snagging more than two direct descendants with choices that could join them with the most powerful family in the country was too valuable to ignore.

Joba waved her spoon around to get Yani's attention.

"What is it Sunshine?"

Joba glanced at Riki and he nodded his head encouraging her to speak for them.

"Mama, Riki and I want to have a pool party when we go back home. We told our friends we could have one when we came back before iholide starts. Can we? I know we are supposed to ask permission before we tell people things, but everyone might leave early before we get home," Joba said.

Sydette stared at Yani.

"We wanted to ask sooner but you were already gone and Umama was keeping us from disturbing you. It'll only be a few friends."

"How many is a few?" N'Jadaka asked.

Sydette's gaze dropped to her finished plate of food.

"About twelve…of my friends. And then there's Riki and Joba's friends…and Uncle M'Baku's kids."

N'Jadaka let out a whistle and Yani giggled.

"That's not a few people Sweet Pea, that's about forty kids running around the palace," he said.

"It won't be the palace, just the pool room, Baba," Riki interjected.

N'Jadaka glanced at Yani.

"I have a spa day with Twyla and my Ladies in waiting before my first day as Queen. You'll have to supervise," Yani said quickly before he dropped it all in her lap.

"Baba…please…" Joba whined.

N'Jadaka tossed his linen napkin on the table. He couldn't deny his youngest child anything.

"Okay, okay. Swim party it is. But just for the day, we're not dragging this out…what, Sweet Pea?"

Sydette's dimples popped out and she held up a finger.

"We kinda told everyone it would be a sleepover too. Camping in the garden to see the fireflies."

"Anything else?" N'Jadaka said crossing his arms.

"No dassit, Baba," Riki said grinning like he knew they pulled one over on them.

N'Jadaka latched his gaze onto Yani's. She sipped water from a glass.

"You are in charge," Yani declared.

N'Jadaka stood up from their meal table and the children pounced on him, knocking him onto the carpeted floor and wrestling him. He tickled every underarm and sandaled foot and the peals of laughter flew all around the room. The king lifted back to his feet and led them all back outside where he showed the kids the beauty of the grounds. Riki grabbed N'Jadaka's hand.

"I'm ready to get on the boat, Baba. Let's go!" Riki said.

Sydette and Joba bounced around him agreeing.

"You guys can't be bored with this place already," Yani said.

"We want to go diving and play on the water bouncy mat," Sydette said.

"The Doras have to rest," N'Jadaka said.

"Then you fly the Talon Fighter, they can sleep there," Riki insisted.

Yani touched Riki's shoulder.

"We respect our staff, Dumpling. They work hard to protect you and they deserve rest and time to eat. I know you're excited about the boat, but be mindful, yeah?"

Riki nodded.

"What's over there?" Joba asked.

She pointed to a big tree with thick limbs outstretched across the tranquil part of the river.

"Let's go see,' N'Jadaka said.

He took off running and their children squealed and chased after him. Yani strolled behind them enjoying the sight of her husband playing. It was so rare for him. The eager and excited chatter delighted her once the children noticed the swing tied to the tree that swung out over a giant pond.

Okoye met up with them holding a purple gym travel bag.

"I suppose the little ones would like to have their swimming suits?" Okoye asked.

N'Jadaka put his hands on his hips.

"I dunno Okoye, Riki said he was ready to go out to the houseboat already. I don't think he wants to stick around and use the pond swing."

Riki held up his hands in denial.

"I changed mi mind. I want to stay longer, Baba!"

"You sure? Because I'm pretty sure you were eager to jet outta here."

"Forget what I said. Thank you Dora Okoye."

Riki took the bag from her hand and his sisters followed him back to the villa to change.

"Thank you, Okoye," N'Jadaka said.

Yani grinned, "We'll probably end up leaving later than planned now that the children have this swing to play with."

"No problem, Queen Yani. We'll be ready," Okoye said.

Five minutes later the kids were tearing back down the path wearing colorful swim suits and arm floaties, all thoughts of leaving forgotten. Their bright excited expressions reminded Yani that life was for joy with her family. She turned to look at N'Jadaka, and he was already swinging over the bright green water fully clothed. He released the rope and dropped into the pond with a giant splash, acting like the biggest kid of them all.

Chapter 13 HERE.

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MICHAEL B. JORDAN as N'JADAKA

BLACK PANTHER: WAKANDA FOREVER